As undercover assignments went, Ianto decided, this was about as good as it got. He smiled to himself as he looked around the shelves of books that constituted the private library of the respectable gentlemen’s club. Yes, he could see himself enjoying this task.
As librarian, he would have complete access to all the beautiful old books residing on the shelves, books that required proper cataloguing before being scanned into the computer. The club’s members didn’t use the library these days, but Torchwood would benefit from the information stored here.
Ianto was sure Jack wouldn’t mind him taking his time.